The Only One || h.s.

9. Questions

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*Bella's POV*

The entire rest of the day was a blur. I could only remember what happened first period through third, and during pictures.

Nothing bad happened during pictures. It actually went really well because I didn't see Connie at all.

I couldn't help but let my mind wonder about what happened to her.

I knew Harry didn't do anything because I was with him all day.

When I finally walked through my front door there was something different.

Something was there and wasn't suppose to be.

More like someone was there but not suppose to be.

Is that-no it can't be-wait. It could be because he has a key to my house.

"H-Harry?"

If that isn't him I am chucking my backpack at them and running.

Silence.

"Harry i-is that y-you?"

Why aren't they answering. It is probably some serial killer. It could be worst. Like a rapist, or a-.

"Yes."

He didn't sound quite right.

"You scared me half to death!... Are you ok?"

"No."

That was all he said before he got up and came out of the shadow he was sitting in.

Then I saw his face.

"What the hell happened to you?!"

I ran over to him and inspected the many bruises and cuts on his face.

"Who did this."

It came out more like a whisper because I was mortified my his injuries.

"Who?"

I asked one more time before looking up into his eyes. Fuck. Bad idea, bad idea. His eyes looked so upset and seductive. How does that make sense? Well it does to me so, oh well.

"Niall and his friends."

Did he just say what I think he just did? How could Niall, the fun and food loving, lazy, and care free person, have done this too Harry?

"How? Why? Where? When? W-what?"

I had so many questions swirling around in my head, but I couldn't put them into words.

"Can we talk about it later?"

"Why not now?"

"Because I just want to lie down. My head, shoulders, and back are killing me."

After he was done talking he went over the the couch, and laid down.

What just happened?

I couldn't really wrap my head around this whole situation.

"Bells?"

"Y-yes?" I squeaked as I stood there awkwardly.

"Can you come over here?"

"Sure."

I was slowly walking over to where Harry was patiently waiting for me.

"I'm not going to kill you."

He chuckled, which made me giggle a little.

"I guess not."

As I neared him he motioned for me to lie down with him. He scotched over a little leaving me room to sit down. After I sat down he laid his head on my lap and looked up at me.

I wanted to die, he was so fucking cute. Harry lifted his arm and pushed some of my hair back behind my ear.

I was screaming internally. He kept his hand there for a while. Then he slowly moved his hand down my cheek and back to his stomach.

What just happened?

I don't know anymore. I guess I am living in the moment. What am I saying.

I looked down when I heard soft snores coming from my lap. Harry was sound asleep on me. Great, now how am I going to get things done?

Eh, oh well, I guess I can do all that stuff later. Just a little nap won't hurt because it doesn't look like I am going very far anytime soon.

With that, I let my eyes close and the sound of light snores from the boy I love lull me to sleep.